The Incredible (Baby) Hulk

Tonight, Jude, John Patrick and I were all in the kitchen, while Jude was getting his dinner ready. He was walking around the island in the kitchen, looking for something to do. When Jude opened the refrigerator, he walked over next to her and started pointing at something inside, grunting to let her know he wanted it. It took Jude ten or fifteen seconds to realize he wanted the carton of eggs. She told him, "no, you can't play with the eggs," then closed the refrigerator.

As he often does when he gets angry, John Patrick closed his eyes, balled his hands into fists and started shaking, silently, like a volcano about to erupt. His face turned red and he started screaming. It was really, really funny. Jude and I just looked at each other and laughed at his sudden transformation into a miniature ball of fury. She said, "it's like when he gets mad, he turns into the Incredible Hulk." Only smaller. And red, not green.

Of course, within a couple of minutes, John Patrick had wandered back around the island to where I was standing. I pulled out a Tupperware container filled with some of his bottles, cups and bowls. He sat down in the floor, happily, and began playing with them.

Quickly, Bruce Banner turns into the Incredible Hulk then, just as quickly, he turns back into Bruce Banner. That's our son.